i’ve got that wanderlust itch again, the urge to run far far away where nobody knows me. i’d like to wear a red sundress in madrid and then go for a swim in greece. roam the streets of tokyo at night, see st. petersburg. people watch in trafalgar square, have a salted caramel macaroon under the eiffel tower. have a conversation with a statue of buddha, go to mass in rome. i want to see, and i want to do, and i just want to go. los angeles, i love you, but i’m bigger than you and i want to explore! i need to go and be me, just me, alone in a sea of people and awash in the reality that i am a teeny tiny important speck in the universe.